Miss You.

Blaine practically skipped to the door in excitement; he couldn't ring the doorbell fast enough. When Kurt answered Blaine couldn't stop the huge grin instantly spreading across his face at the sight of his boyfriend for the first time in a week.

"Hey!" Blaine greeted Kurt, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Kurt hugged him back but had a confused expression on his face after pulling away.

"Didn't you get my text?" Kurt asked.

"No…" Blaine replied, wondering why Kurt hadn't already invited him in.

"I'm about to head out. Last minute glee club rehearsal," Kurt told him.

Blaine sighed. His face fell. "Again?"

"Yeah, sorry," Kurt replied, sounding pre-occupied.

"Kurt," Blaine said, looking hurt, "that's the third time you've had to cancel on me this week!"

"I said I'm sorry, it's not like I choose this." Kurt did sound sorry. "Blaine, I've really gotta go now, can we talk tomorrow?"

"You don't have time for me anymore," Blaine complained suddenly. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. What he'd said was the truth but Blaine knew he now seemed needy, something he most certainly did not want.

Kurt was shocked that Blaine would suggest such a thing. "You know that's not true, I see you as often as I possibly can! I've just been busy with glee club recently."

"Yeah, it's always glee-"

"Blaine," Kurt cut him off, "we've got nationals coming up. That requires a lot of practice. You know we want to beat Vocal Adrenaline this year!"

"I'm sickof coming second to a competition." Blaine said, honestly.

"It's not just any competition, it's nationals!" Blaine noted that Kurt didn't deny that he was second-best; Kurt wondered why Blaine was making such a big deal out of this. "You'd be just as serious about it if the Warblers were competing in it too."

Something inside of Blaine snapped. "Just to remind you, you were in the Warblers too! You didn't make it to nationals either!" Blaine didn't mean to crack it, he didn't even know why he was being so rude. All he knew was that he was angry that he never got to see his boyfriend anymore and in his mind it was this damn competition's fault.

Kurt stayed silent, looking tired. "We'll talk tomorrow," Kurt eventually said, starting to close the door but Blaine stepped inside the house.

"No, we're going to talk about it now!" Blaine said forcefully, practically yelling.

"Why are you acting like this? It's not you!" Kurt was yelling too. Blaine had started to really upset him. "And by the way, I'm not just yours to keep to yourself! You can't control me!"

Blaine took a breath and realised how childish and possessive he was being. His anger instantly left him and all he felt was sadness. "I miss you," Blaine said quietly.

Kurt's anger quickly melted away too. He saw his boyfriend's pain. They both had known this move from Dalton to McKinley would be a lot harder on Blaine.

"Look, I miss you too," Kurt said, holding his arms out and embracing Blaine. "Why don't you come over after practise? It's a Friday night, you can stay over?" Kurt tried to put a double meaning behind his words but he came across so innocent.

Blaine chuckled. "Sounds good," he said, pulling away from the hug. Kurt pulled him back and brought their lips together in a sweet kiss.

"Sorry," Blaine whispered.

Kurt shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I'll see ya at 8."

Blaine smiled at the closed door. Sure, he felt bad about causing a fight but the fact that Kurt missed him too meant he wasn't being over-sensitive or clingy like he'd worried. It was a relief to say the least.


Kurt's heart wasn't in it today. His mind was off with Blaine all rehearsal. He really did feel bad. When looking back on the past few weeks he realised that Blaine had not been his first priority. Nationals had taken over and Kurt couldn't believe how much he'd neglected his boyfriend.

"Good job everybody. Ten minute break." Mr Schue's voice brought Kurt back to the present.

Mercedes joined Kurt at the water fountain outside the choir room.

"What's wrong?" she asked after they'd both had a drink.

"Nothing," Kurt said automatically.

Mercedes shook her head. "Honey, something's wrong."

Kurt sighed. "Am I that obvious?"

Mercedes smiled. "I know you," she said, "besides, you've never blown that note in your solo before. What's up? Is it Blaine?"

Kurt couldn't believe how easily his best friend could read him. "Yes," Kurt said, beginning to pace. "I don't know what to do. We don't get much time together anymore and it's just hard after being used to spending all day every day together at Dalton."

Kurt sat down on the steps at the end of the corridor. "I know that once Nationals are over we'll see each other more but then each time a competition rolls around, Sectionals, Regionals, we're both gonna be so busy with our own Glee clubs and I don't want to lose him. Just this past week we've grown apart."

"Well," Mercedes began, joining Kurt on the stairs, "you both knew you moving would be a strain on your relationship. You knew it'd be hard. Long distance relationships aren't easy. You've got to make them work, put in the extra effort."

"But it's not about us not putting in enough effort," Kurt told her, "We're both giving our all. Blaine means so much to me. It's just the time issue."

Mercedes thought for a moment. "Maybe you've just gotta make time."

Kurt half-smiled. "If only it were that simple."

"Hey, you'll work it out," Mercedes got up and held her hand out for Kurt. He took it and Mercedes pulled him into a hug.

"Thanks, Mercedes," Kurt whispered. She always made him feel better.

They walked arm in arm back into the choir room discussing Finn's uncoordinated dancing but Kurt was off with Blaine again. God, he wished Blaine was here. It'd honestly solve all their problems if he just transferred to McKinley. But he couldn't ask that of Blaine. Or could he?


Kurt returned home earlier than expected and had time to think over his proposition. Would Blaine even want to move to McKinley? It was pretty presumptuous of Kurt to think Blaine would leave all his other friends behind just for him. Kurt knew he mattered to Blaine but doubted he was that important. Still, he wanted to at least suggest it. After all, it'd solve everything.

Kurt was contemplating how to bring the topic up when he heard the doorbell buzz. He answered the door with a smile on his face that widened when Blaine greeted him.

"How was practise?" Blaine asked as Kurt led him into the kitchen.

"Good. I think we might actually have a chance at winning," Kurt told him, putting the kettle on. "Want a medium drip?"

"You know my coffee order," Blaine joked. "Of course."

Burt Hummel, dressed in his usual well-worn overalls, entered the kitchen followed by Carole.

Carole greeted Blaine with a cheery smile. "How are you, Blaine?"

"Great thanks, Mrs Hummel," Blaine replied, matching her jovial tone. "How about you?"

"Call me Carole, honey, and I'm going well."

"And how are you, sir?" Blaine asked formally. He got on well with Burt but was still in that awkward stage of not knowing where he stood with his boyfriend's father.

Burt looked distracted. "Good," he grunted. "So Blaine, you're staying over?" he asked all business-like.

"Dad-" Kurt warned.

"That's the plan," Blaine answered, "as long as that's alright with you guys…"

"Of course, sweetie," Carole smiled kindly.

Burt looked like he might object but then swallowed and said "Alright then." They both left the room but not before Burt mouthed 'you matter' to an embarrassed Kurt.

"Sorry about that," Kurt apologised, "here you go," he said, handing Blaine his coffee. They both took their drinks up to Kurt's room. Flopping comfortably into an armchair in the corner of the room, Kurt slowly sipped his coffee. Blaine sat cross-legged on Kurt's bed, also sipping his drink. Their eyes met and they both smiled. It had felt like forever since they'd caught up, just the two of them, and chatted. Just being in each other's company was enough.

"So how's school?" Kurt asked Blaine.

Blaine paused, choosing his words, before answering. "It's not bad as such. It's just not good I guess."

"That's a shame," Kurt said, wondering how he'd even begin to broach the subject of Blaine moving. He had no idea how to ask. "Maybe Dalton's not right for you?" Kurt suggested, not so subtly.

Blaine considered this. "Maybe," he said, beginning to believe it.

"You know," Kurt began, placing his drink down, "New Directions would welcome you with open arms."

"Really?" Blaine asked, unsure. He'd wondered if he'd eventually move to McKinley to be with Kurt but each time the thought appeared his self-esteem would shoot it down. 'He wouldn't want you there,' was a common worry as was the ridiculous 'he moved to get away from you. He doesn't want you just following.'

"Of course!" Kurt said happily. "And I want you there." He didn't care if this sounded selfish, it was the truth. "No pressure, though," Kurt quickly added. He watched Blaine think the idea over and knew what was stopping him from saying yes.

Kurt got up and joined Blaine sitting on the bed. He took his hand and said "Blaine Anderson, will you please transfer to McKinley to be with me?"

Blaine didn't even need to think about it for a second. Dalton pre-Kurt had been fine, not great, but not bad. Now that Kurt was gone the halls felt empty and Blaine had nothing to look forward to at school anymore. He missed Kurt so much more than he'd like to admit and the idea of going back to seeing him every day was so appealing.

"Well, as long as you want me there…I'd love to!"

"Yes!" Kurt squealed. His excited reaction was similar to when Blaine had accepted his prom proposal. Then a thought occurred to him. "Your parents will be fine with it, right?"

Blaine nodded. "Dad will rejoice at the price drop. And my Mum wants whatever is best for me. If I'm happy, she's happy."

"And you're happy?" Kurt asked, double-checking.

"Very much so," Blaine said, beaming.

Kurt couldn't contain his excitement any longer and leapt off the bed. "Then it's official?" Kurt asked, eagerly.

"I guess I'm no longer Blaine Warbler!" Blaine said, grinning.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hands and enthusiastically jerked him off the bed too. Kurt swung him around like a child attempting dance.

"What exactly are we doing?" Blaine asked, laughing.

"I don't know," Kurt cried, "I'm just so happy!"

In a heap they fell onto the bed, laughing.

Blaine stared into Kurt's soft blue eyes, just centimetres away from his own. This boy was his. He knew no matter what went wrong it'd be okay because he had Kurt and Kurt had him.

Blaine closed the distance between them, placing his lips over Kurt's. Kurt responded enthusiastically. They'd missed each other a lot and with this kiss they both tried to show the other just how much.

Blaine pulled away gently and looked Kurt straight in the eye. "You know moving to your school means I can do this," Blaine leant over and kissed Kurt again, "whenever I want."

"As nice as that sounds," Kurt said, slightly breathless from the kiss, "I don't think that'd go down too well at McKinley. Karofsky's only just stopped slamming me into lockers. We don't want to give him a reason to start up again."

"Hey," Blaine said, placing his hand over Kurt's, "You know if he lays a finger on you I'll go him."

Kurt couldn't help but imagine the scenario. Blaine's shortness was deceptive; it hid how strong he really was. He had no doubt that if it came down to Blaine and Karofsky, his boyfriend would win.

"I know," Kurt said, "and I really appreciate that. But unfortunately I just don't think that gives us an excuse to go around kissing all day."

"But we've got all night," Blaine suggested playfully.

"Yes," Kurt agreed, a smile playing on his lips. "All night."

AN: Reviews are always welcome :)